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Post by Gamov on Jan 23, 2010 12:45:01 GMT -5
Moving now to his next disciple in line, Cain focused on the man who's name was.... Exekiel, as a brief reading of his mind soon revealed.
"And you, Exekiel.... How may you best serve my plans?" Cain asked, calculating the best possible location for him in comparison to the other acolytes. Unlike many of his other followers who had a disposition for some violent tendancies, Ezekiel seemed calm and patient. Waiting and watching events unfold, carefully considering all of his options before maneuvering himself into position to exploit the situational weaknesses.
And in this light, Cain had quickly selected the proper location for such talent. "For you, I have a mission of importance. One that requires sensitivity and discretion to be properly executed. For years now, the Republic Navy has relied on generous donations of credits and military technology from several key worlds. Recently, the world of Fondor has become disenchanted with the Republic, though they are not yet bold enough to say so aloud. You shall travel to Fondor and gain the trust their Senator, Gavin Harkness. Gain access to his inner circle of constituents, determine who is most opposed to him and report back to me. You are only to act as a spy and informant on the Senator until such time that I deem otherwise."
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 26, 2010 8:39:05 GMT -5
Cain gave his order to Ezekiel. He listened carefully. "Ah deceptiom, I shall be sutle, Lord Cain. I shall treat such importance with care." Ezekiel said as he bowed his head and slowly left the temple.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Jan 29, 2010 15:29:52 GMT -5
Zilfer had waited calmly throughout the whole time and he knew that the dark lord wouldn't have assigned him at first and he wondered if the man dare at all. As each of the sith left with a mission to be done at last it left them as the last two people within the temple and a perpetual silence filled the air. Zilfer's foot falls seemed dampened by the silence of the place even though you would think that since it was the only sound it would be the loudest. He stopped before Cain a look of stoicism.
"You cannot win against the republic if you do not strike it's heart. You may have disciples, but you will need ships and men. I know where to get men, and with the destruction of the targets you sent the others to destroy I can convince the republic to work with the Mandalorians....." said Zilfer simply, letting the thought linger in the air.
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Post by Gamov on Jan 29, 2010 15:51:37 GMT -5
Cain's sickly gaze fell to Zilfer. There was a reason he had left this one for last. His task would be of the utmost importance.... A fact that did not seem lost on Zilfer in the least when he all but volunteered himself to be placed in the very heart of the Republic. His mind was keen, thinking on nearly the same tactical level of Cain's. Zilfer seemed to have anticipated where he would be of the most use to events.
Drawing in a steady breath through his nostrils, Cain gave a slow nod to Zilfer's words. "You are correct.... As I had suspected you would be." He maintained his stare for another moment, his mind calculating, processing, wondering. What was this one's true intent? Where did his goals lie and who was he targeting to get there?
Placing such thoughts at the back of his mind for later rumination in a more private setting, Cain delivered Zilfer his assignment. "Your task lies on Coruscant, at the very epicenter of the Republic. I do not need to tell you how fragile and delicate this situation must be. Though the Republic is fractured, they still pose a great threat. Where the others will be dabbling in affairs on the fringe of Republic interest, your hand is best suited to moving things within the Republic itself to weaken its structure. Once the others have done what is required of them, the Republic will collapse into chaos.... And you will be there to assume control of that chaos." A dark smirk came over Cain's face as he finished his sentence.
"Do what you can to bring the Mandalorians into the fray and bring the Senate to our corner."
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Feb 8, 2010 0:08:53 GMT -5
Zilfer knew exactly what he was going to do. His skills at deception would prove very useful, and with key parts of the Dark Lord's memory altered, the shadow man "Zilfer" who had opposed him was dead, as dead as the Sith, he had killed to show the brutality of the situation to the group. He felt a twang of curiosity emanating from Cain, but Zilfer was confident that his wonder would be met with nothing but more questions. With a cold stare he responded as any Sith who had been commanded to do something important would.
"It will be done." said Zilfer turning on his heel and walking away, he allowed himself a splurge into his darker emotions, they would only serve his facade. As he took off towards space he knew it was going to cost him much of his concentration to pull this off. His Shadow training would be put to the test but he believed that this was part of bringing balance to the universe. One could have no peace as long as the force was out of balance and he believed it was his job to bring the balance to the galaxy. Zilfer's ship flashed away into hyperspace, as the Ebon Hawk made it's way to Dxun, were an old friend awaited....
Upon landing on Dxun he landed outside the Mandalorian outskirts of the setup. It had grown many times the size since Revan and him had visited, before Revan.... There was plenty of time for that later, thought Zilfer as he pushed forward towards the camp and he was met with seven armored figures guarding the perimeter.
"And where do you think your going?" asked the Mandalorian of Zilfer who currently wore dark robes, a lightsaber at his side, and a sword upon his back. Zilfer turned to the mandalorian who spoke and regarded him for a moment. "Well?"
"I'm here to see Canderous." said Zilfer simply as he watched the man, he seemed aggressive probably because he hadn't seen any action recently and perhaps was tired of the dueling ring.
"I don't know who that is." he said simply, before putting a hand on the hilt of a Vibrosword. A deadly weapon that used sonic impulses through the blade to increase it's cutting power. It could cut through a human like a warm knife to butter.
"I suggest you let me pass and find him then.... Vode." said Zilfer sternly in Mandalorian. The man laughed for a moment before drawing his sword from his sheath and walking forward to Zilfer who instinctively went for his lightsaber.
"You think just because you can speak the language I'm going to let you through? Mandalorian's are no friends to weak force users like you!" said the Mandalorian who at the end of his sentance reared back slicing at Zilfer. Being not the fastest or the strongest person in the world Zilfer knew that he might not be able to fully match this man in combat, however the force was his to command. He assumed if he used the force to physically help him the other mandalorians might join in for it was not honorable to use the force in a duel. However there were more subtle ways to use the force without getting caught or cheating.
Zilfer's reaction time seemed almost perfect as his lightsaber hand shot up activating against the Vibroblade. The contact of the two blades gave out a hissing noise as he slide down the blade and slamming the end of his double bladed lightsaber into the chest of the man activating it. He didn't even stagger from the blow and was quick to back hand Zilfer with an iron fist. This sent him reeling from the blow and he hardly had time to focus before a barrage of attacks where upon him. The force helped him however as he increased his bodies abilities augmenting them like many Jedi would do in battle to increase their speed and awareness. The flow of his blade twisted and pivoted to keep the Mandalorian at bay until a sort of rhythm began between them.
A rain of blows cascaded from Zilfer smoothly as if it was a practiced dance overwhelming the Mandalorian with the ferocity of the attacks. They came in so numerous numbers driving the Mandalorians blade up high above his head that Zilfer used the long hilt of his lightsaber to push the Mandalorian's elbows straight above his head and the Vibrosword with it. There was a brief pause that seemed to last forever, as Zilfer squatted low with a sweeping kick and drove the battle hardened Mandalorian to the ground, and soon a lightsaber was pointed down at his armored chest.
"Ne shab'rud'ni" said Zilfer telling the Mandalorian that he should not mess with him. The other Mandalorians around had their mouths dropped slightly in their helmets. "He just took out Itarn.... he hasn't been defeated in the ring in over half a year!" came one of them over the com, and making it only private so the newcomer couldn't hear.
"I'd expect nothing less from Revan's clone." came a voice who had come to find out what the hell was going on. The man had silver armor and wore the mask of Mandalore upon his face. "You boys really picked someone to mess with, since you all seem to have so much energy however, you can go about clean out that sith temple off in the distance of Cannocks."
Zilfer could tell they weren't pleased with that request but non of them gave a fuss, and as Canderous walked up to him he deactivated his lightsaber to let the man he had just defeated up. The man tried to remain as respectful as possible for a man who had just been dishonored.
"Good to see you old friend." said Zilfer watching the man walk away before turning his attention to Canderous who motioned for him to follow.
"I could say the same, I haven't seen you since... ah well better not to bring up the past." said Canderous as they entered his compound in the middle of the Mandalorian complex. Mandalore lead him to a private room where he took a seat and motioned for Zilfer to do the same. He however did not comply, for it seemed that he would rather stand. "So what brings you here so suddenly?"
"I come with news, as you know Jedi have been disappearing during these dark times, and the republic still hasn't recovered from the wars." said Zilfer starting off with his explanation that he allowed Mandalore to observe.
"Yes, well I'm afraid that has little to do with me at the moment. I'm rebuilding just as much as the republic." said Canderous as he wondered Zilfer's true intent, was he actually saying that he should care about the Jedi and the Republic?
"Well, As you know it was the Sith that had drove your people to near extinction. They are back and gunning for the galaxy again, and I've integrated myself into them.... I'm planning on killing every last one of them, but I need your help." said Zilfer pausing for a moment for effect and then he asked a question he thought he already knew the answer to. "So do you want pay back for what the Sith drove your people to do dishonorably in the war?"
Canderous took off his helmet for the first time since he had put on the Mask of Mandalore, and looked Zilfer straight in the eye. He was a bit shocked that Mandalore looked so old, with greying hair but he knew the man was still as strong as an Cannock. "We're in."
"Good, then I'll explain the details before heading off to Coruscant," said Zilfer going into the details of his plan with Mandalore only, after this part of his plan had been set he took off towards Coruscant. His work was only half done now.... the next part was going to be the convincing and integrating himself into the republic. It wasn't going to be an easy task however it was important he not mess this up, for there wouldn't be another chance like this....
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Feb 9, 2010 7:14:19 GMT -5
"My task for you is this; the Republic relies on credits from its wealthy subsidiary world to finance its military plans. Not the least of which among these worlds is Muunlist. Your mission is quite simple, travel to Muunlist and see to it that the leader of the Banking Guild finds an more "useful" outlet for his guild's vast funds." The words lurked deep within Abel’s mind he would be the vessel to which the acts of unspeakable nature would occur, And he gladly took on this burden took it with a smile in truth he loved the hunt, Loved it with a burning passion that never ceased. This hunt happened to be for much more then sport, or hide; But the very future of the galaxy his name would be legend others might only dream of achieving the status Abel shall attain.
He sat quietly at the controls of the craft deep steady breaths calming his mind and body. The words again washed over his psyche, only this time in bits, The must important ones. “Travel to Muunlist” The destination. An interesting world filled with greedy creatures whose singular purpose was that of making money. Harnaisan, The capitol city of the planet, had been and continues to serve as the banking guilds home. The city consist of structures all artfully crafted in means that showed just how mighty the people of the world were, Great towering domes, and huge arenas for viewing battles, Well that wasn’t exactly true, The arenas were in fact only one and it was used for housing different shows that may come to the world, But who had that really fooled. The objection came next. “’Useful’ outlet for his guild's vast funds” the subtext in Cain’s sentence could not have been read more clearly. The leader of the guild would regret taking the post after today. Then again if he compiled he wouldn’t.
The trip seemed to take only moments when in actuality it had been more then a hour and three quarters. A chime singled his arrival in the system it was programmed to give him this warning two minutes before the final departure from hyperspace though it was not needed. Abel sensed the planet closing in as he hit the deactivation switch only a nanosecond after in went off. He rose the crystalline clear picture of the Banking guilds lead holding firm in his thoughts; As it is with all his species Adieus Tonith, a muun and current leader of the banking guild would be Abel’s only target today. He hadn’t been sentenced to death yet but if he refused to offer his survives to Abel and his allies that could change in a heart beat.
Choosing to stay as low-key as one can get Abel landed the vessel on the outskirts of Harnaisan under cover from detection thanks to the thick forest line. The ship had served its purpose and would now become a part of the world as a memento of what occurred and will still occur within the next few hours; It wouldn’t take much more time then that of his calculations were up to par. Dressed in all white Abel stunk out like a raging rancor on Coruscant. However that small dilemma would not prove difficult to surpass, his methods of stealth and infiltration were not the norm, Abel instead of hiding amongst shadows and lurking around corners attempted to blend with environment or more specific, Amongst the peoples of whatever world. That strategy should be more then suitable until he reached the innermost sanctuary of the banking guilds operation. Then traditional stealth tactics would emerge as he finished the assignment.
Abel’s thoughts rather they be chewing over the upcoming hunt or the next, rather they be of the destructive fury he’ll unleashed after taking the throne, or the deep calm he’ll find after assuming the role of leader, They all kept him comforted during the short hike from the landing site to the city, and by extension his target. Abel was the hunter and the night was his, the pray was Adieus Tonith, this night didn’t have to be his last but Abel could easily make it his. Materializing from the tree line Abel placed his sights on the already visible bankers guild. From this distance it appeared to consist of two primary stories with a smaller third, Well rounded corners and a domed roof would prove difficult for scaling, it was shadowed by the nearby buildings being the shortest in the area, that might serve as a useful note, Abel could discern a number of details in the side of the structure which could be utilized to climb it, or descend if necessary.
The format of the other buildings seemed to be about the same only with a height difference. One of the frameworks stuck out though, It a tall bridge like overhang that appeared wasn’t used for anymore then its apparent beauty. It crossed three times over itself possible used to move water throughout the city? This structure was flat on all sides and reached slightly above most of the other buildings, A perfect launching platform from there he could scale the other buildings until reaching the top of the banking guild. Now to find when and where Adieus Tonith shall be.
Breaching the city limits undetected or suspected. Abel made his way patiently to the waterworks he spotted from afar. Upon his unclose inspection Abel was relieved to find they were as he thought and perfectly flat on all sides, quite simply for someone of his skill set to mount. Taking a look around the courtyard Abel saw almost no living entities and his senses didn’t betray any ether. Bending his keens low Abel stored his energy up for a few moments before exploding upward like a missile easily ascending the first cross walk and over the other by only half way at which point he made slight adjustments to his fall and landed on it.
Abel moved quickly to reach the top of the last cross not carrying a desire to be spotted so soon into the operation. From it he ran over the rooftops at least three times circling the banking guild trying to decide which building had been closest. The banking guild, contrary to his belief, was located in the center of the large courtyard making it even more difficult to escalade. After the third pass Abel had decided. The building was slightly further away then most but was the highest in the immediate area. Abel sensed this dilemma before his departure from Korriban and crafted a very special solution to it. The force worked in mysterious ways it had been said, Abel never thought that to be true the force as always been crystalline clear to him giving exact messages. Maybe it work in mysterious ways for those weaker imbeciles and that was just how they excused their shortcomings.
Pulling a thin steel tube from the innermost part of his robes Abel looked over his fine workmanship before putting it to use. A meter in height with a thickness rumination of his lightsaber. The rod had been built with convenience at heart; it would only serve one task after all and he didn’t want to drag a bulky peace of tubing around, and he absolutely could not dump it, That might compromise the mission. A large amount of compressed energy was stored within the butt of the cylinder, at its tip a huge spear looped over once with a thin still cable wire. Everything needed for it had been found simply laying around the ship he confiscated earlier. If only people knew what they could make with the right understanding.
Projecting the rod forward with his right arm, Abel made a simply hand gesture across the butt with his left hand, fusing a rapid amount of energy through the reinforced steel Abel slowly began increasing the heat buildup within the rod. Know this would be the only way to release the cable Abel came, As always, suited for the situation wearing heat resistant gloves. After thirty seconds of buildup a loud blast rang out from the cylinder as the spear pierced through the sky toward the tower, which emerged from the exact center of the banking guild.
As it flew pass the courtyard below the cable trailing fast behind, Abel directed the spearhead with the force giving it a much needed sense of direction. He led the extremely sharp and dangerous object through its course until the final destination had been reached, that being once in slammed into the banking guild on the far side of the courtyard. Detaching his saber from the belt around his whist Abel locked it over the cable holding it in place with both hands as he rode through the night sky to the office of his target.
Stopping with a soft thud against the side of the building directly next to his chosen point of entry, A glass door which led to the balcony. Returning his saber to its clip Abel lightly poked around the corner ensuring no one had been inside and the room was clear. Slowly disengaging the locks with the force he slit open the door with soundless effort stalking in only seconds later. Laying his weapon down in front of him Abel scanned the room for the whereabouts of the guild master’s person day planer. If what had been whispered to him while deep in meditation the day before was true, And the force had never failed Abel, Especially on matters as important as a hunt, Then the Guild master would have had the whole week charted in advance by his assistant. Closing his eyes and seeking the answer from the force again as opposed to leaving physical markers all about the chamber while trying to locate the chart by normal means. The puzzle piece surly as the nigh rose to day found its way to him.
Creeping across the room Abel moved silent through down the hall from his point of entry. The lone desk he saw only a moment ago was sitting unwatched as he was shown. Laying face forward on it was the day planer. Flipped to the events of the day it seemed Adieus Tonith had a number of meetings today, all with what appeared to be high ranking clientele. But none of these dates would be met until he confirmed the transfer of a large amount of credits to his enemy; the republic.
Committing the day’s meetings, times, and locations to memory. Abel rushed out of the building from the same way he entered no interruption found its way to avid him. Jumping down from the balcony Abel cushioned the landing with a push of the force to slow the decent. Following that immediately with a burst of speed as he surged toward the Guild master’s home and occasional office. He live very much near the Guilds headquarters clearly due to his ties with the guild itself. He however was not at the house at the time, Accounting to Adieus Tonith’s planer he had been staying a long weekend out of the city but would have to return to his place of residence to prepare for the long day of work he had coming.
Abel planed to stake out the house in excess deluding any guards or possible cameras implementing any means to do so. After arriving on scene only minutes after leaving the Guild. Abel took exactly two minutes to regain himself, Such heavy reliance on the force would drain his mind and body if they were not given time to recover. After the short realigning of his soul and physical being Abel set both to the task of disembodying security at the home, If any were implemented; He was hopeful.
The man’s home was less formidable then his workplace both in appearance and protection. His home opened with a long spread grass courtyard surrounded by white pillars on ether side, A fountain maintained a constant sparkle as the water danced through the lights at the bottom. Abel was however little impressed with the sight. During his youth growing up on Kashyyyk Abel found little to be truly beautiful. Surprisingly no cameras were on the outside, Nor did any guards patrol the grounds. Maybe it was out of personal distaste for such violations of privacy that he kept them away, His mistake.
Abel found a broken link in the chain within moments as he infiltrated the interior of the arm of his greatest foe after this arm was severed the republic would begin to lose its vital organs, hopefully Abel would take part in removing them as well. A very luxurious house it was fashioned with Paintings and cloths from across the galaxy decked on the walls. A large white sofa circled the spacious room a crack in its run formed between a holoprojector. The front door clear as the night from the far side of the coach Abel would meditated there until he sensed the Muun approaching.
Two hours later and he did his arrival accompanied by that of the early morning sun. It striped through the curtains to illuminate the outline of a large man seated quick and contempt at the far side of a stranger’s house. As the Muun unlocked his front door he missed Abel all together during his first pass heading directly up the stairs to his right. Two minutes later and after the rustlings of someone readying for his day and the man almost walked out the door without a second look. Abel prevented that however. The keypad had been destroyed a single burning hole where he would have normally keyed in the access input code.
Abel felt the shock register as he realized someone was with him. Adieus Tonith Began a turn to face the intruder before feeling himself slammed with intense force against the door he only just walked through. His head was held hard against it not allowing his eyes to falter away from the nothing in front of him. “Adieus Tonith, Am I not mistaken?” Abel spoke coldly with a strong odor of pure distaste dripping off each word. The Muun started to answer before quickly being silenced by Abel whom shut his mouth firmly in place with the force. “That of course was rhetorical as I would never pick up the wrong pray,” Abel responded to the curious hate coming from Adieus Tonith after being asked a question then rejected to answer. Abel flipped him around so has to face his attacker.
“Adieus Tonith, I am a advocate of my lord Cain and our future emperor.” Abel told him laughing on the inside at the irony of the sentence.
“He has taken notice of your republic dealings and, Just has I, Does not like it,” Abel released the muun who was smart enough not to try and run he knew it would not aid him long term.
“I give you only one chance to comply with all you parts still attached naturally, understand?” The muun nodded his conformation, as he was still unable to speak. “Withdraw republic support immediately and begin moving those same funds to our cause.” Abel forced a small pad into the tall slim aliens hand, The datapad told as to where he wanted the credits dispatched.
“There are two accounts listed within, the first is where all republic credits will be transferred from this moment forward, remember if you do not cooperate I can replace you. The second is my personal account I command a fraction of what is delivered to the first be given here as well. I will give you one chance to say ‘yes’ if not then I will take something home to my lord then asked again until he has a meal for his pets.” Abel allowed the man to speak, He looked onward in shock that this could really be happening to him, Almost like he was sure it was no more then a dream, He was mistaken however.”
As Abel reached behind his back and pulled forward the saber he so loved the man instantly became a believer nodding his agreement. “Yes, Yes, Absolutely I’ll do it.” Abel returned the blade.
“I do not like shadowed truths, Adieus Tonith, I can easily dispatch you a hundred-thousand different ways, And if by chance I am throated by a third party there are other willing to do it, You back step on this and you will be overlooking you shoulder for the remainder of your life.” Abel moved up to the muun slapping him down with a powerful fist reentering the alien unconscious.
Abel reported the completed mission in a message to Cain along with details leaving out only the second bank account. He also added the fact he would remain a day or so to ensure teh Muun did as ordered.
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